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Love note on Son's 3rd Birthday

 Our D!

Just like that, our son turns 3 today. While for me it still feels a blur, our D clears it for us. Very often I read and hear a lot that is said about mothers and yet it is just not enough. There is so much that goes into living this role but I want to believe we have started our journey of being seen in a way that matters.

However, I felt the need to pen down a little about our D who took on the role of being a dad with all the apprehensions that I had myself. Through these 3.9 years, while I had my share of hustling and proving points, D had his share of not being seen and appreciated too.

He was hands-on from the day he saw the 2 pink lines – he was and is present for every bit of it.
His opportunity to work from home did not just make him the guy in the house – he took complete care of Neil and made sure I went to work with enough time to dress up!
He changed his diaper almost always as he knew I did not really enjoy it.
He watched our boy through the camera while he was settling down in preschool and gave me updates.
He took me out on dates and we watched our favourite shows together.
We worked out together and made sure I came out better than before.
He carried him always and never let my back ache. He woke up multiple times in the night while we were attempting potty training.
He grew phenomenally at work, he learnt new skills, he ran kms but also made sure I never missed a step.



I can go on… But what bothers me every day is that in spite of it all, I notice people see him through a certain lens that restricts his individuality to merely a loud voice,  loud energy, and a very loud love for food. Even though the close circle has witnessed his journey over the years, they fail to give it to him that it is phenomenal to grow, evolve and bring you’re A game on.

When a human is working towards growing and becoming a better version of themselves, it is and must be the only purpose in life that matters.

When I look back at my three years as a mother, most of what I can see is D the father. Phenomenal!

I hope the role of parenthood begins to cost the same for both father and mother, if not physically, in every other sense.
I hope the presence of either parent means the same to the child and the absence of either is respected and embraced to the same level. 

I hope every human is respected for their journey and cheered on. 
If you can’t give it to them, at least don’t take it away from them!

Respect & Love
G

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